[H1][center]Location: Midway City,Michigan
-Titans Academy[/center][/H1]
Episode #3: [color=Red]war room[/color]
Chie stepped out of the digitizer feeling eyes from the whole crowd on her. She had her doubts before but the outfit the device gave her wasn't half bad. The armor was a good touch, maybe she'd be able to take a few more hits now. It didn't cover her face, sure, but her split lip was now concealed under a cloth. She noted that the hood was a bit much now that she could see how much it was obscuring her vision, so she flopped it back and let her hair be free for now. If she needed to hide her face the hood would be nice, though for now, she felt it was unnecessary.

[color=Red]"Who wants to go next and then go into the War Room for an exercise with her?"[/color]

Arsenal's words struck Chie like a brick to the back of the head. It was only obvious there would be a catch, yet she still found herself blindsided. Before Chie could even protest, someone was already volunteering. Shattercrash, someone she didn't know well, but her moxie was contagious. Still, as eager as she was to train with a new friend, she wasn't about to risk her name if she didn't need to. She had already gotten more media attention then she wanted in the first few weeks at the academy. Best not to leave room for mistakes.

[color=DarkViolet]"Yep, Shuriken. Good to see someone else isn't afraid to get their hands dirty"[/color] she said with a grin. Motioning to the large bruise on Evie. It paired well with Chie's black eye.
[color=DarkViolet]"If we're sparring, just be careful though, I use sharp knives after all"[/color] she warned softly, trying and failing to say this in the least rude way possible. For Emphasis she pats one of her many pouches on her newly acquired utility belt. A metallic slick responded in tow.
[color=DarkViolet]"But I'm sure you've got plenty of tricks up your sleeve!"[/color] She quickly added to try to soften the blow.

Looking over Shattercrash, Chie couldn't really tell what her powers were. The girl was in a suit more akin to what you'd expect from a hero. Spandex and some surprisingly brutal armor. Based on the point of injury and the menacing spikes, she could only imagine this girl hit like a truck.
[color=DarkViolet]"Well, what do you say Arsenal? I think we've got a winning team here"[/color] She added with a grin.